Chapter 94 Shen Que, I Want to Practice My Skills

Chapter 94 Shen Que, I Want to Practice My Skills

"Shen Que!"

After dinner, Meng Ci sat on the sofa, watching Shen Que as he finished washing the dishes and called out his name.

"What is it?" Shen Que asked in confusion.

Meng Ci looked at Shen Que's lips, swallowed hard, and, emboldened by the alcohol, started acting spoiled.

"I just feel that your kissing skills are too good, while I know nothing about it. I feel a bit disadvantaged!"

Shen Que feigned confusion. "What do you want to do about it?"

Then he touched his nose. His excellent kissing skills were indeed a natural talent, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"So I need to practice more!" Meng Ci said, pulling Shen Que to sit down on the sofa next to him and then moved closer to Shen Que.

Shen Que didn't move, allowing Meng Ci to get closer.

The faint smell of alcohol in their breath made Meng Ci even dizzier.

Meng Ci closed his eyes and leaned in, their lips touching, but he felt too shy to do anything else.

Shen Que pulled back slightly, staring into Meng Ci's eyes with an aggressive look.

"Is this your practice?"

Feeling belittled, Meng Ci became indignant.

"I'm just building up my courage." Saying this, Meng Ci grabbed Shen Que and this time took the initiative to lick Shen Que's lips with his tongue.

It was like a kitten licking someone's hand, making one's heart flutter.

In the end, it was Shen Que who lost patience and began to take control.

Initially lost in the moment, Meng Ci gradually regained his senses.

He started finding his rhythm and began to respond.

The two of them engaged in a passionate exchange, going back and forth intensely.

While kissing, Meng Ci thought to himself,

Wow, kissing is more tiring than fighting.

Finally, Meng Ci noticed Bai Lang, the white wolf, watching them with wide, innocent eyes, filled with confusion.

Embarrassed, Meng Ci pushed Shen Que away.

Although Shen Que moved away from Meng Ci's mouth, he rested his head on Meng Ci's shoulder.

"Meng Ci, if you dare provoke me again..."

If not for the circumstances being inappropriate and lacking certain necessities, Shen Que would have already pinned him down.

Meng Ci felt Shen Que's reaction and coughed lightly.

How could this person turn things around so easily? It was clearly Shen Que who initiated it first.

And he had a reaction too, okay?

"How about we help each other?"

"After all, I heard that holding it in for too long isn't good!"

With that, Meng Ci reached out his hand.

"No need!" Shen Que quickly grabbed Meng Ci's hand and took several deep breaths.

"It's too late. I'll go back now. You should rest early too." Shen Que got up, grabbed his coat, and walked out briskly.

Meng Ci watched Shen Que's retreating figure and sighed.

He really wanted to shout, "I need it even if you don't!"

But fearing that Shen Que might be scared off, Meng Ci held back.

He picked up his phone; it was only five o'clock, how could it be late?

To pass the time, Meng Ci entered the space.

Indeed, the vegetables in this space grew much faster. In less than twenty days, the eggplants and peppers had already bloomed.

As for the flower pots outside, any soil taken from the space produced healthy plants, regardless of whether fertilizer was used or not.

Meng Ci prepared another plot of land and, thinking of the various beans and cabbages in Shen Que's space, found these seeds and planted them.

Before leaving the space, he took two fish that might have eaten human flesh to feed Bai Lang.

He also grabbed two boxes of instant noodles and sausages.

The brands were all items Shen Que had previously left with him, so there was no fear of Shen Que noticing anything unusual.

"Whoa!"

Upon exiting, the room was pitch black, and Meng Ci saw a pair of green eyes staring at him, which startled him.

But then he remembered that wolves' eyes glow green in the dark and relaxed.

Meng Ci fumbled in the dark to grab the flashlight on the sofa and turned on the generator, instantly illuminating the room.

Although Bai Lang couldn't speak, its eyes were filled with confusion, as if asking where this guy had gone and how he had disappeared into thin air.

Meng Ci still held two fish in his hand, which he placed in Bai Lang's bowl before patting its head.

"Whatever happened just now, don't tell anyone, okay?"

"If you agree, these two fish are yours."

Bai Lang rolled its eyes internally. The fish were already in the bowl; if they weren't for it, would they be taken back out?

But for the sake of the fish, Bai Lang rubbed against Meng Ci's head, indicating a deal.

Meng Ci patted Bai Lang's head, surprised at how smart it was, and rewarded it with an extra sausage.

In the rabbit's nest, Meng Ci had previously asked Duan Yan to help modify an electric blanket, so even though it was placed farther from the stove, it wouldn't freeze.

However, this white wolf, injured and without a suitable electric blanket, could only have more coal added to the stove. Meng Ci then covered it with the cotton jacket that had been cut by the sable earlier in the morning.

After ensuring it wouldn't get cold, Meng Ci went back to his bedroom to sleep.

When he woke up the next day, Shen Que had already arrived, stoked the stove, fed the rabbit and Bai Lang, and cooked a pot of porridge.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Squeak~"

Hearing the alarm outside and the sound of the ladder being knocked, Meng Ci wondered if the returning residents were causing trouble again.

Meng Ci and Shen Que immediately grabbed their knives and headed out.

They ran into Yun Jingcen and her group.

The group merely nodded in acknowledgment and proceeded to the stairwell.

"Brothers, you're here!"

As soon as Meng Ci reached the stairwell, he saw Zhang Mingtian wearing a black cotton jacket and a furry hat.

Seeing both of them alive, Zhang Mingtian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Welcome back," Meng Ci said, explaining to Yun Jingcen that they were familiar and not bad people, so she and her group returned inside.

Meng Ci turned off the generator and removed the electric fence, chatting with Zhang Mingtian in the hallway.

Shen Que didn't go far, staying close in case anything happened to Meng Ci.

"Brother, these are the cold-resistant seeds I brought back; I'll give you half." Zhang Mingtian handed over what he was carrying.

If it hadn't been for Meng Ci lending them the rubber boat initially, he might have died.

Grateful for the favor, Zhang Mingtian brought back nothing but these seeds, which could be useful to Meng Ci.

"Thank you." Meng Ci accepted them without hesitation.

"Why did you come back? Wasn't it better at the refugee camp?" Meng Ci asked, puzzled.

Zhang Mingtian sighed, "It was good; we didn't have to worry about food or water, but we needed to work."

His mother, in her sixties, could do little work, and his pregnant wife couldn't handle heavy labor, fearing a miscarriage.

So Zhang Mingtian had to work to earn food for three people, which wasn't enough.

Now, leaving the refugee camp, they could fend for themselves.